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Mother sow!
Our great mother sow!
Reign over the biggest ever sty!

Your ensphered flesh
Swelling, as if all to encompass,
Every hour of every day on others' refuse,
Gloats over growing garbage heaps.
Those tiny little eyes of yours
Flicker through their hardly visible slits,
In gluttonous expectations.
Your piglets will dig and dig and burrow
With their curly little tails upturned and snouts narrow
On spoils to fatten themselves and frisk
Without ever any risk
Of going to the butcher's block.
Thanks to patronage
The sty with its huge garbage
Has become their patrimony.

For you my honey
There will be no lack of leftover
Forever and ever.
Even that spotty old jackdaw
With his long miasmatic shadow
Never weary of scavenging
Now himself a-tiring
Has reserved the sweeping
For you mother sow!
Our great mother sow!
Glory to thee, cylindrical sow!

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